Ayra has secretly adored Aarush, The famous singer, ever since their paths first crossed in their college. But fate had other plans as Aarush was madly in love with her sister, Myra. However, destiny took an unexpected twist when Aarush found himsel...
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Aarush's hands gripped Ayra's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he lifted her and positioned her atop his lap. With a swift, powerful thrust, he drove into her, their bodies uniting with a force that stole her breath away. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she took his full length inside her, her body trembling with the intensity of his desire. He felt her tighten around him, her nails digging into his skin as she clung to him, lost in the moment.
He pulled her hair back, exposing her neck, and arched her body to meet his. His finger found her most sensitive spot, applying pressure that sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through her, her cry echoing in the room. He wanted to take her to the edge, to push her beyond her limits, his own pleasure heightened by her cries.
He reached depths within her that never explored before, his length stretching her, filling her in a way that left her breathless and pleading for more. Pain and pleasure intertwined, a cruel symphony playing upon her body. She begged him to stop, to slow down, but he was relentless, his own desires clouding his judgment.
"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. "I.....I can't take much more......." But he only smiled, a cruel, sensual curve of his lips. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, a dark whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
The more she cried out, the harder he thrust, his hips moving in a sensual, rhythmic dance. She matched his intensity, her hips rocking against his. With each thrust, he quickened his pace, driving them both closer to the precipice.
Aarush pulled Ayra closer, his chest pressing against her boobs, their bodies molded together in a passionate embrace. He kissed her roughly, his lips bruising hers, his tongue claiming her mouth even as his hips thrust into her with relentless force. Their mouths moved in sync, their breath mingling, their tongues dueling for dominance.
With a swift motion, he guided her back onto the bed, their bodies lowering in sync, their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them. He thrust into her with fierce intensity, his jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her body arching to meet his,inviting him to take her deeper. Her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Stop.......Ahh......aren't you done yet?" she cried, her voice heavy with the weight of their passion. Her body trembled, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around him as she surrendered to the pleasure he evoked, her cries a mix of pleasure and anguish. "You made me like this, Ayra," he said, his voice cruel and demanding. "Now take responsibility."
He showed no mercy, his thrusts relentless, his grip on her hips unyielding. He wanted to make her feel the full force of his rage. Her cries became a symphony, their bodies moving in sync, their breath mingling, their hearts pounding as one.
